Soft, like your hand on mine,
Butterflies never seem to be a good sign.
Cold, like those late summer nights,
We climbed so high but I never would admit I was afraid of heights.
Loud, like the songs we once sang,
So similar, yet different as yin and yang.
Distant, like we always seem to be,
You'll never know, I treated you as you treated me.
Fast, like the lives we love to lead,
Went so quick we got twisted, like a bracelet on a bead.
Wild, like my hair after night turned to morning,
So perfect, but then everything stopped without warning.
Surprising, like the hand around my waist,
Her arms around your neck while you're waiting for a new taste.
Old, like he would be,
Wish I could stop, but I can't help comparing.
Ever-changing, like the flowers and the seasons,
Everyday I had a smile on my face but each for different reasons.
Questioning, like my heart has been lately,
I can see your sorrow, but only faintly.
Wrong, like stealing from a blind person,
The more you explain, the more my feelings worsen.
Longing, like the look in my eyes,
Wish I could forgive, but there's been too many lies.
Misconception, like your soft fingers that suddenly turn to claws,
Wish we could have made it, but we can't control the fate our dealer draws.
Repetitive, like a parent-child conversation,
Maybe if you would have spoken, there wouldn't have been such humiliation.
Unbelievable, like the smile on your face,
You were so deliberate, hurting me at a slow pace.
Sick, like the girl who has everything, including aids,
My stomach is in knots, as our summer romance fades.
Vague, like a rich man's emotions,
You live day to day without meaning, just going through the motions.
Gentle, unlike an unwanted touch,
If I said I wanted romance, would I be asking of too much?
Our relationship, like something recently broken,
Trying to fix my emotions, with all the words just spoken.